Wolf Mother

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(projector rattling)

Jump nigga, jump nigga

Get that ass stomped nigga

You be talkin' sh*t when

you knowin' yous a punk nigga

Jump nigga, jump nigga

Get that ass stomped nigga

You be talkin' sh*t when

you knowin' yous a punk nigga

Jump wrong, get jumped on

And you don't want it holmes

'Cause my clique mobbin' deep

And we f***in' with the toast

Kick the door in to your

home with a black mask on

Leave your clique tied up

Won't leave

until the cash gone

Talkin' like robbin'

banks in fashion

Ain't gonna quit that

- [Zelda] Manhattan.

I got pistols on deck

So you better show respect

Otherwise I'll

jerk your ticket

- Why come here?

- I heard y'all like bad girls.

- You're an actress.

- [Zelda] That's original.

- Yeah, yeah, you younger.

You movies.

You older.

- Thanks for the reminder.

- You are the Wolf Mother

he was talking about.

Zelda, yeah, yeah, that's you.

Why Wolf Mother?

- Stage name when

I'm not on stage.

- You in new movie?

- Nope.

- Yeah, yeah, I saw something.

- I haven't had a gig in years.

- You working tonight?

- Yeah.

- Prove it.

- Do your thing.

Finger it, damn

it, don't be shy.

(moaning)

(speaking in foreign language)

(moaning)

Jump nigga, jump nigga

Get that ass stomped nigga

You be talkin' sh*t when

you knowin' yous a punk nigga

Jump nigga, jump nigga

Get that ass

(hip hop music)

- [Ben] You like that

white ass, don't you?

- F*** my black

jacket, white boy.

- Startin' already.

See, that's what I'm talkin'

about with you people.

- Who the f*** you callin'

you people, white boy?

Come here, I'll make

you my b*tch too.

- My associate here has a bullet,

if you failed to notice.

And I'll let you in

on a little secret.

He's not afraid to shoot a load,

and I'm not talkin' about

some sweet cracker jizz

either, motherf***er.

- Man, f*** you, honky.

Come over here, b*tch.

Comin' here thinkin'

you're big and bad

just 'cause you got a gun.

Man, f*** you.

Shove that right up your

f***in' ass, white boy.

Put the f***ing gun down, b*tch.

- I'm not gonna put the f***ing

gun down, motherf***er.

- You ain't nothin' but a b*tch.

- I'm not a b*tch, I

got a f***in' dick.

You're sittin' with a b*tch

who's my f***in' woman.

Take your f***in' hands off

her, do you understand?

Come on.

- How was I supposed to

know they were gonna wanna

play dress up, huh?

Am I magician?

- You were supposed to text me!

That was the plan, we went

over it a thousand times over.

So was that the place

or not, yes or no?

Was Kaitlin there?

- There were chicks

there, but...

- I mean, there

were chicks there.

I know there were chicks there!

I was there, I know there

were a lot of chicks there!

I'm askin' was Kaitlin in there.

Yes or no, goddamn it.

- It was a whorehouse

in Chinatown, Ben.

- I know it was a

f***in' whorehouse.

I was asking you

if she was there.

Do you know?

What the f*** was that teen

twit from San Francisco

talking about?

Tell me.

She could've gotten

us f***ing killed.

- What would it

have mattered, Ben?

- [Ben Voiceover]

Jealousy is a b*tch.

I decided love wasn't me

after three marriages.

Every year since, it's

proved to be true.

Then she had to show

her f***in' mug.

("Down the Line" by

The Mind Flowers)

If you didn't catch

it, it's Benjamin.

Some people call me Benny,

but I just prefer Ben.

Benny sounds like a kid's

name or somethin'.

I don't need that.

My whole life's been

one, big, long-ass f***

of a hide and seek.

I robbed everything, grocery

stores, service stations.

Stole this wreck from a poor

bastard while she was pumpin'.

You know you've got

trouble on the line

You know the seeds turn

to flowers in your mind

- [Ben Voiceover] I find myself

indulging in the nightly

ritual of puttin' a

gun to my tonsils.

Call it guilt, call

it whatever you want.

Maybe age.

I woke up one morning

and I said to myself

I don't wanna do

this sh*t anymore.

I guess I started

to have feelings,

yet at the same time I hated

every single motherf***er

who walked the face of the

Earth, especially p*ssy.

Yeah, don't try to

figure that joint out.

But see, if you've been in

this racket since a rugrat,

what choice do you

really have, really?

What I needed was somethin'

to get my ass out of it all,

and one day that somethin'

licked my sack.

I used the greasy spoon across

the street when I needed

a change of vibe.

I had to rob some poor

maw every morning

just to reserve my seat and

gobble up some grub and OJ.

I even got to know all

the meat flaps by name.

I screwed one a week,

sometimes two at a time.

There was Lauren, Dakota,

Kim, Chris, Sarina.

Oh man, she was black

as the ace of spades.

Oh, and Hayley, she had

a stuttering problem.

- Aye, aye, aye, aye aye.

- [Ben Voiceover] I enjoyed

makin' 'em feel uncomfortable.

Gave me an enjoyable rod.

I'd stare at them

as they walked by

as if there was somethin'

wrong with their appearance.

Sh*t paper stickin' out of

the bottom of their shoe.

Panties stickin' out.

Maybe even a string

hanging from under

their greasy spoon apron.

It's fun, you should try it

when it takes any longer

than 20 minutes to get two

scrambled eggs and hash.

- Hi, want a top off?

- Oh Jesus, my dear,

I would love to see you

with your top off.

You know, you look like

a Hollywood movie star.

- Really?

- Yeah.

I know people, I can

make that sh*t happen.

- I would love that.

- I'm sure you would, Erica.

Turn around, let me

see your backside.

Oh, even better, nice.

You work here a lot?

- Just a couple months, you

know, until I make it big.

- Oh, you're gonna make

it big, I promise.

- I'm Erica, and

I'll be your server.

Oh yeah, that's right, can

I start you with a drink

or a coffee or?

Oh God, I'm gonna cum.

I'm gonna cum.

Yeah.

(moaning)

Oh God, oh yeah.

Oh my God, you're so rough.

- [Ben] Yeah, f***

me harder, come on.

For weeks, I'd watch

every person who entered

from nine in the morning

to four in the afternoon.

I jotted down what they

wore, their hair styles,

their shoe color.

I figured I'd use

it for somethin'.

Sounded intelligent anyways.

Abandoned by someone,

now lying there restlessly

Searching the landscape

for a signpost to follow

What can a soap bubble do

to fill what feels hollow

I so long to see it

I so long to see it

- Hello.

- Hello.

- Yes, I would like

to open a box please.

- Safe deposit?

- You got it.

- Fill out this form.

I need to see your I.D.

and proof of residency.

- I didn't know you needed

that residency thing.

Why would you need that?

- Well, in case I need

to reach your family.

- Why would you need

to talk to my family?

- In case of a death

or something.

- Okay, listen, I don't

have any family, okay?

But I got I.D., is that good?

- Mr. Levinson.

- Yes.

- I need to see a utility

bill or something

that shows your name on it.

(crying)

- Jackie, honey, you'll be okay.

You can do better than him.

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